Just to die would be fine,

To be rid of the emotional turmoil.

Just a knife would be fine,

Kill the cause of my emotional turmoil.

A rescue would be nice,

Finally see that thread of hope.

Just a blade would satisfy,

Pain inflicted to kill pain forced.

It's all the same to me,

Yet holds such a difference.

My life has turned since I was freed,

And hasn't been the same since

All life is, is an endless shift

And my co-worker needs to be fired.

Writing to soothe, to calm.

Have I ever felt true calm?

Same old people, new day.

Same old blade, new scar.

Same old soul, forever bleeding,

Same old Jenn, never the same again.